October 29, 2010

Trepidation—a state of dread or alarm; nervous agitation

Dedicated to AYTA1010, Happy Birthday! (Sorry if it sucks, I'm too wasted to come up with anything else.)

Nowaki was stepped off the gangway and into the terminal with trepidation. He'd sent that letter to Hiro-san, regarding his return date from America, but so many things could go wrong.

Hiro-san hadn't gotten the letter.

Hiro-san had moved on, forgetting a brat who disappeared on him.

Hiro-san had gotten the letter and was pissed off that it was the only letter he'd received of the hundred or so that he'd written and never sent.

The last was the most likely scenario, but when he left the terminal and saw no sign of the lover he'd left to go study medicine in America, his nerves grew raw. He stared around the sea of people, searching for his slender, beautiful boyfriend to no avail.

He was so distracted, in fact, that he nearly tripped over his own shoelace. He bent down to retie it. Legs appeared in front of him. He looked up into Hiroki's small face. "Hiro-san…"

"Nowaki…you bastard!" Hiroki shrieked before a foot connected with the top of Nowaki's head. Nowaki rubbed the spot delicately. Option number three it was.

Yeah, it's just Nowaki's return from Egoist Act Four but from Nowaki's point of view and thought processes. Yes, I know it's late but bear with me. My bff dragged me out and got me hammered and now it's 2:30 AM and I'm finally coming down, so please review and ease the hangover I will have when I wake up again.

~Cheyanne